Hail Dian! To perform thy just command,

5.3.22257I here confess myself the King of Tyre,

5.3.32258Who, frighted from my country, did wed

5.3.4At Pentapolis, the 2259fair Thaisa.

5.3.5At sea in childbed died she, but brought forth

5.3.6A 2260maid child called Marina who, o goddess,

5.3.7Wears yet thy 2261silver livery. She at Tharsus

5.3.8Was nursed with Cleon, who at 2262fourteen years

5.3.9He sought to murder; but her better stars

5.3.102263Brought her to Metalin, 'gainst whose shore riding,

5.3.11Her 2264fortunes brought the maid aboard us, where

5.3.12By her 2265own most clear remembrance, she

5.3.13Made known her 2266self my daughter.

Made known her self my daughter. Voice and favor!

5.3.14You are, you are --! O royal 2268Pericles![She faints.]

What means the nun? She dies! Help, gen2270tlemen!

Noble sir,

5.3.17If you have told Diana's altar 2272true,

5.3.18This is your wife.

This is your wife. Reverend appearer, no.

5.3.19I threw her overboard 2274with these very arms.

Upon this coast, I warrant you.

Upon this coast, I warrant you. 'Tis most certain.

Look to the lady! [Examining Thaisa.] Oh, she's but over-joyed.

5.3.222278Early one blustering morn this lady was

5.3.23Thrown upon 2279this shore. 2280I ope'd the coffin,

5.3.24Found there rich jewels, recove2281red her, and placed her

5.3.25Here in Diana's temple.

Here in Diana's temple. May we see them?

Great sir, they shall be brought you to my house,

5.3.272284Whither I invite you. Look, Thaisa is

5.3.28Recoverèd.

Recoverèd. [Rising] Oh, let me look!

5.3.29If he be none of mine, my san2286ctity

5.3.30Will to my sense bend no licentious ear,

5.3.31But curb 2287it, spite of seeing. O my lord,

5.3.32Are you not Pericles? Like 2288him you spake,

5.3.33Like him you are. Did you not name a tem2289pest,

5.3.34A birth, and death?

A birth, and death? The voice of dead Thaisa!

That Thaisa am I, supposèd dead and drowned.

Immortal Dian!

Immortal Dian! Now I know you better.

5.3.37When we with tears 2294parted Pentapolis,

5.3.38The king my father gave you such a ring.[She points to his ring.]

This, this! No more, you gods! Your present kind2296ness

5.3.40Makes my past miseries sports. You shall do well

5.3.41That 2297on the touching of her lips I may

5.3.42Melt, and no more be 2298seen. Oh, come! Be buried

5.3.43A second time within these arms. [They embrace.]

A second time within these arms. [They embrace.] [Kneeling] My heart

5.3.44Leaps to be gone into my mother's bo2300som.

Look who kneels here: flesh of thy flesh, Thaisa.

5.3.462302Thy burden at the sea, and called Marina,

5.3.47For she was yiel2303ded there.

For she was yielded there. Blest, and mine own!

Hail, madam, and my queen.

Hail, madam, and my queen. I know you not.

You have heard me say, when I did fly from 2308Tyre,

5.3.50I left behind an ancient substitute.

5.3.51Can you remem2309ber what I called the man?

5.3.52I have named him oft.

I have named him oft. 'Twas Helicanus then.

Still confirmation!

5.3.55Embrace him, dear Thaisa, this 2312is he.

5.3.56Now do I long to hear how you were found,

5.3.57How 2313possibly preserved, and who to thank,

5.3.58Besides the gods, 2314for this great miracle.

Lord Cerimon, my lord, this man through whom

5.3.602316The gods have shown their power, that can from first

5.3.61To 2317last resolve you.

Reverend sir,

5.3.63The gods can have no mortal officer

5.3.642319More like a god then you. Will you deliver

5.3.65How this dead 2320queen re-lives?

How this dead queen re-lives? I will, my lord.

5.3.66Beseech you, first go with me 2322to my house,

5.3.67Where shall be shown you all was found with 2323her,

5.3.68How she came placèd here in the temple,

5.3.69No2324needful thing omitted.

Pure Dian,

5.3.71I bless thee for thy vision, and will offer

5.3.722326Night oblations to thee. Thaisa,

5.3.73This prince, the fair 2327betrothèd of your daughter,

5.3.74Shall marry her at Pentapolis.

5.3.75And 2328now this ornament

5.3.76Makes me look dismal, will I clip to 2329form,

5.3.77And what this fourteen years no razor touched,

5.3.78[To Marina] To 2330grace thy marriage-day, I'll beautify.

Lord Cerimon hath letters of good credit, sir,

5.3.802332My father's dead.

Heavens make a star of him, yet there, my 2334queen,

5.3.82We'll celebrate their nuptials; and ourselves

5.3.832335Will in that kingdom spend our following days.

5.3.84Our son 2336and daughter shall in Tyrus reign.

5.3.852337Lord Cerimon, we do our longing stay

5.3.862338To hear the rest untold. Sir, lead's the way.